Guild House Quotes & Sayings

When people say stuff like, "Oh, that's soft rock. I don't listen to that," I find that elitist. It's music-racist. — Jay-Z

Since White America refuses to see its past, they can't really see me either. Add to that a little of Madame C.J.s magic and watch me go invisible. Watch me step outside of history. Assimilation as revolution. That's one thing that most of us know that white folks don't. Race doesn't really exist. Culture? Ethnicity? Sure. Class too. But race is just a bunch of rules meant to keep us on the bottom. Race is a strategy. The rest is just people acting playing roles. — Mat Johnson

A privateer learns to press any advantage."
"And a prince?"
"Princes get used to the word yes. — Leigh Bardugo

center of her face. "Cute nose." He gently brushed her — Sara King

We should've looked before," Vera says, her voice soft. "We could've saved you the trouble."

"Are you kidding? The trouble was the best part. — Emma Mills

Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one's own heart and spirit that would be destroyed by acquiescence. — Wendell Berry

On other shows when they get to the end of the scene, they yell 'Cut!' On Whose Line, we yell 'That's Enough!' — Drew Carey

Be rooted in Christ, read your Bible daily. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also. — John Phillips

It is better to not even try it than to endure the ramifications of either quitting smoking or dying. — Christy Turlington

Used to be he
was my heart's desire.
His forthright gaze,
his expert hands:

I'd lie on the couch with my eyes
closed just thinking about it.
Never about the fact
that everything changes,

that even this,
my best passion,
would not be immune.
No, I would bask on in an

eternal daydream of the hands
finding me, the gaze like a winding
stair coaxing me down. . . .
Until I caught a glimpse

of something in the mirror:
silly girl in her lingerie,
dancing with the furniture--
a hot little bundle, flush with

cliches. Into that pair
of too-bright eyes I looked
and saw myself. And something else:
he would never look that way. — Deborah Garrison

The opportunity for sowing will not last forever; it is slipping through our fingers moment by moment; and the future can only reveal the harvest of the seed sown now. — D.L. Moody

Susannah realized, with dawning bitterness, that she could now give the perfect definition of a ka-mai: one who has been given hope but no choices. Like giving a motorcycle to a blindman, she thought. Richard — Stephen King